The Dream Is Done

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Ebon night eclipses dreary day
as darkness falls over the world.
It reminds me how all dreams decay,
a swift decline to base reality
and desperation held at bay.

Fading hopes flicker in the waking dawn.
It seems my heart is an unwilling victim,
thrust forward like an expendable pawn,
hopes all tied up and inextricably linked
with dreams that have come and gone.

Life still goes on, a carousel ride
encircling the object of memories.
I remember you here by my side,
showing clearly the shape of tomorrow,
a vision, a dream that couldn't be denied.

What of the promises you never kept?
It has been many years since that day,
and not a day has passed I haven't wept,
dreaming of you, sweet dreams of youth,
lost dreams that haunted me as I slept.

What of the dream we shared as one?
I can't bear the weight of memory's burden,
alone in the shadow of the setting sun.
Night is falling as darkness closes in,
and now, I realize, the dream is done.